Through the looks of her and bodily gestures
And through the gaze or
glance whatever be
I know not, if it is
through conduction,
Convection and of
radiation, or in adiabatic
Forgot not the magic spell
of you
Which controls, not only the
senses of mine
But of mind, heart, body
and spirit
Of the sudden surge of
blood, not only
At heart, but also within the rhythmic rhyme
Of my pulse that beats to the sound of
eternity
